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//S A G E//
I LOOK ACROSS THE wall to see a larger wall and some vines. I then glance at Thomas, who's arms are still wrapped around my waist. He looks at me, then the vines, then the griever, then back at me. "We have to jump."
No way in hell. "What, no, no-"
"—Just hold my hand."
I sigh before taking his hand. The next thing I know, Thomas jumps off the edge, taking me with him. As we were in the air, I let go of his hand to grab onto the vines. I hit the wall, hard, and I started slipping until I was able to grab some of the vines. The griever jumped on the wall and its metal legs were right my head, missed by a few inches. I took a deep breath before letting go of the vines and letting myself fall. The griever tried grabbing me but I was falling at a fast rate. Before I hit the ground I grabbed some vines to prevent me from hitting the ground. I landed on the ground in a weird way. My knee got twisted, not broken, but clearly sprained. I yelped and I looked up to see Thomas slipping as the griever tried grabbing him.
Blood dripping down my face, due to the cuts I received, some deeper then others, and I pray they don't scar. well shit, his plan turned out badly
It all happened in a blur, The vines broke and they started falling. Once Thomas hit the ground I crawled to him, seeing if he's okay. He nodded his head and I looked at the griever to see it trying to get up, but is caught by the vines. I look at Thomas who quickly stands up. I stand up and I try to run but cant, due to my knee.
Thomas doesn't say anything, he just runs towards me and picks me up bridal style before running the opposite direction of the griever. I wrapped my arms around Thomas' neck while his grip on my body, is getting tighter as he ran faster. We kept glancing back to see the griever chasing us.
I buried my head in Thomas' chest, scared to look at the griever, knowing we're gonna die. Especially right after I got Thomas back. Thomas stops running and turns around to see the griever slowing down. I barely lift my head up to see the griever when there's a hand grabbing my foot and another grabbing Thomas shoulder.
"What the hell?!" I shriek as Minho comes into view.
"Holy shit!"
"You guys are a crazy son of a bitch." Minho takes me from Thomas' arms, although I didn't want to leave the comfort of his arms. I wrap my arms around Minho's neck. "Come on, follow me." Minho whispers before taking off running, with me in his arms. I kept glancing back to see Thomas running behind us.
